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Title: You and I Collide: Parent Conference
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1567
Characters: Springer, Silverbolt
Summary: Repost co-write with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ianam1983. 'The Talk': Big Boss version.
Planets with short rotational cycles, Springer had long since decided and recently recalled, sucked. Even if one was busy every klick of daylight, it still felt like nothing had gotten done by nightfall. As it was there was still a lot of things the triplechanger wanted to check on before setting himself down for a bit of rest. But he had put them on hold a conversation he knew if he didn’t take care of now, he’d keep putting it off until it was too late.
A little grimly with words he really didn’t want to say to anyone that wasn’t a Wrecker hanging in his processor, Springer rapt smartly Silverbolt’s door, hoping he didn’t wait so long the Aerialbot had already gone off for recharge. “Silverbolt? It’s Springer. I need to talk to you.”
There was a soft clatter as of someone rising from his work, and the door slid open. Silverbolt did not look surprised to see him. He did not look happy, either, but not surprised.
"Springer," he said with formal courtesy. Then, before the Wrecker could speak, "Lie to me. Tell me you just stopped by for a friendly chat."
He looked worse for wear and Springer made a note to himself that once he stopped running himself ragged he should try to help the jet out some. “I could be selectively truthful and tell you at least it’s not about work. Not sure how much you’d consider it friendly. Or chatting.”
Springer made his way inside, then stopped and turned to face Silverbolt again. “You’re looking pretty haggard. Something you need help with?”
"Nothing I can't handle." Weary as he was, young as he was for the responsibilities thrust upon him, the Aerialbot did have some pride. And he certainly didn't want to lose face before Springer of all mechs, who had his own difficult unit to command and who seemed to face insurmountable odds with unwavering resolve. Try as he might, Bolt couldn't help but admire him, even if it didn't amount to the hero worship for him that many others seemed afflicted with. "Although, thank you for asking. I'm sure you have your own issues. Speaking of which... I have an inkling why you're probably here."
He stopped just short of making a face- expression displeased as he rubbed at the curve of his helmet. “Yeah…” It was bound to happen, he told himself, so you might as well just come out with it and get it over with. “Look- I know you and the other Aerialbots have some kind of idea of the rumors surrounding Sandstorm’s… ‘relationships’. And I know we really can’t stop the two from seeing each other without causing some resentment.”
Springer fell silent for a moment, looking down at his feet as he thought. Silverbolt, sensing there was something else he wanted to say, stayed silent. Eventually, with great distaste, the green mech said, “I don’t want to sound like I’m villainizing anyone- one of my ‘bots least of all –but there’s a reason he’s got that kind of reputation and a reason why he is how he is. Not an excuse, mind,” he said quickly, “but it is part of who he is.” He faltered a bit, trying to figure out the best way to say this even as he knew what a betrayal of trust it would be to Sandstorm.
Finally Silverbolt sighed. "Never mind. I trust your judgment. You don't have to let me in on any team secrets. But I'll tell you this flat-out -- Fireflight is vulnerable. Moreso than any of the others. He won't care if Sandstorm has played other people in the past or what the reason is for it. He'll look past all that. But if Sandstorm betrays him..." He frowned, compressing mouth components. "Look, he's still innocent. That's part of who he is, and part of why the team needs him so badly. If he loses that because someone is careless with him..." The silence that followed, and his grim face, served to complete the sentence.
Were it anyone else Springer would argue. He’d bristle a bit and say one false move made to his Wrecker would result in an unpretty mess. But Springer couldn’t because this was Sandstorm and, well, he has been careless with anyone that wasn’t a Wrecker. In fact the only friends he had outside of the strike force were Jazz and Smokescreen and yet he still tended to give those two barely a passing thought unless they were right there. And even then Sandstorm didn’t spend nearly as much time with either of them as he had been Fireflight.
It was frustrating- it really was. Because while he wanted to defend any of his ‘bots to the bitter end, there was just no way Springer could pretend they didn’t have their faults that should be warned against. “We’re keeping tabs on him best we can.” He told Silverbolt, matching his frown. “This really isn’t the way he normally works, to be honest. I don’t know what he’s doing- if he even has an idea in his head, but we are watching out. Hopefully we’ll be able to stop any unnecessary fallout, but I can’t guarantee someone won’t get hurt in the end.”
Silverbolt nodded. If anything, he already looked resigned, as if nothing they could say or do would really have much bearing on how events worked themselves out. "I understand, I do. And I'm not threatening him, Springer. I have no ill wishes toward any of your team, and I'll do what I can to keep mine under control. But -- to say that they're closely loyal to each other is a serious understatement. And Fireflight is close to all of our Sparks. I don't want to see anyone hurt, him or Sandstorm, and so for all our sakes I hope you're right."
“Trust me- bad relations with your team is the last thing I want.” Why an Aerialbot? Why Fireflight of all of them? The more Springer thought about it the less it made sense. Sandstorm’s previous one-nighters tended to be an eclectic group, whichever one randomly caught his attention but this went far beyond that. And all of Sandstorm’s longer relations always had the same two things in common: no one with any strong attachments to any others present and not while on missions- a self-imposed rule for the same reason. He just didn’t want to have to deal with undue annoyances from over-protective family or from distractions from his work (something Sandstorm deemed infinitely more fun). So why the sudden change?
He let out a snort, dropping his head down to rub at the ache behind his optics. “I don’t know- I’d almost say not to worry because I’m tempted to say Fireflight’s made a friend out of him. Which is a damn shock if that were true because Sandstorm isn’t an easy one to get friendly with, especially so quickly. It would surprise the hell out of-“ Something clicked into place in Springer’s processor and he looked up at Silverbolt with an unreadable expression. “How has he been treating Fireflight, anyway? Just out of curiosity.”
Silverbolt's optics seemed to dim for just a second, as if he were reading something in the back of his mind. "That's the odd part. If I didn't know any better, I'd think Sandstorm really didn't want to lose him. He's been going out of his way for him, as far as I can tell. Mind you, I try not to get too involved in their personal affairs--" Which is why I'm not interfering with this one went unspoken-- "unless someone hurts one of them. But all I can gather from this one is that Flight is happy." He looked oddly at Springer, as if begging him to make this make some sort of sense. "Even Air Raid is happy. He's his best friend, you'd think he would be jealous above all the others, or at least I'd expect him to be. But he's had nothing but a positive opinion on Sandstorm, and he's spoken to him several times. I don't know what to make out of it."
It… can’t be this obvious. It really can’t. And if it were true then this could be very, very bad. Springer’s focus dimmed, dredging up various memories and recalls, trying to piece things together. Inwardly he cursed- they’d all become so accustomed to Sandstorm’s random and careless relationships and kept themselves from prying into anyone’s personal affairs that Springer didn’t think any of the Wreckers had actually talked to him about this. He could just be jumping the gun on this but now that the idea was lodged in his processor, Springer couldn’t stop thinking that it would make a twisted sort of sense. “I don’t know.” He said at last. “Whatever happens, I just hope he doesn’t screw this up.”
"I'll drink to that." Silverbolt stretched, joints popping loosely. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Care to wander down to the lounge with me? It'd be nice to sit down to a cube with someone other than my dear flock of lunatics for a change."
That barely even needs consideration. “Actually, that’s a great idea.” Springer corrects him. He can’t help but smirk a little bit. “Hell, I’ll bet Whirl’s got his special stash somewhere if you really want to unwind.”
Title: You and I Collide: Parent Conference
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1567
Characters: Springer, Silverbolt
Summary: Repost co-write with
ianam1983. 'The Talk': Big Boss version.Planets with short rotational cycles, Springer had long since decided and recently recalled, sucked. Even if one was busy every klick of daylight, it still felt like nothing had gotten done by nightfall. As it was there was still a lot of things the triplechanger wanted to check on before setting himself down for a bit of rest. But he had put them on hold a conversation he knew if he didn’t take care of now, he’d keep putting it off until it was too late.
A little grimly with words he really didn’t want to say to anyone that wasn’t a Wrecker hanging in his processor, Springer rapt smartly Silverbolt’s door, hoping he didn’t wait so long the Aerialbot had already gone off for recharge. “Silverbolt? It’s Springer. I need to talk to you.”
There was a soft clatter as of someone rising from his work, and the door slid open. Silverbolt did not look surprised to see him. He did not look happy, either, but not surprised.
"Springer," he said with formal courtesy. Then, before the Wrecker could speak, "Lie to me. Tell me you just stopped by for a friendly chat."
He looked worse for wear and Springer made a note to himself that once he stopped running himself ragged he should try to help the jet out some. “I could be selectively truthful and tell you at least it’s not about work. Not sure how much you’d consider it friendly. Or chatting.”
Springer made his way inside, then stopped and turned to face Silverbolt again. “You’re looking pretty haggard. Something you need help with?”
"Nothing I can't handle." Weary as he was, young as he was for the responsibilities thrust upon him, the Aerialbot did have some pride. And he certainly didn't want to lose face before Springer of all mechs, who had his own difficult unit to command and who seemed to face insurmountable odds with unwavering resolve. Try as he might, Bolt couldn't help but admire him, even if it didn't amount to the hero worship for him that many others seemed afflicted with. "Although, thank you for asking. I'm sure you have your own issues. Speaking of which... I have an inkling why you're probably here."
He stopped just short of making a face- expression displeased as he rubbed at the curve of his helmet. “Yeah…” It was bound to happen, he told himself, so you might as well just come out with it and get it over with. “Look- I know you and the other Aerialbots have some kind of idea of the rumors surrounding Sandstorm’s… ‘relationships’. And I know we really can’t stop the two from seeing each other without causing some resentment.”
Springer fell silent for a moment, looking down at his feet as he thought. Silverbolt, sensing there was something else he wanted to say, stayed silent. Eventually, with great distaste, the green mech said, “I don’t want to sound like I’m villainizing anyone- one of my ‘bots least of all –but there’s a reason he’s got that kind of reputation and a reason why he is how he is. Not an excuse, mind,” he said quickly, “but it is part of who he is.” He faltered a bit, trying to figure out the best way to say this even as he knew what a betrayal of trust it would be to Sandstorm.
Finally Silverbolt sighed. "Never mind. I trust your judgment. You don't have to let me in on any team secrets. But I'll tell you this flat-out -- Fireflight is vulnerable. Moreso than any of the others. He won't care if Sandstorm has played other people in the past or what the reason is for it. He'll look past all that. But if Sandstorm betrays him..." He frowned, compressing mouth components. "Look, he's still innocent. That's part of who he is, and part of why the team needs him so badly. If he loses that because someone is careless with him..." The silence that followed, and his grim face, served to complete the sentence.
Were it anyone else Springer would argue. He’d bristle a bit and say one false move made to his Wrecker would result in an unpretty mess. But Springer couldn’t because this was Sandstorm and, well, he has been careless with anyone that wasn’t a Wrecker. In fact the only friends he had outside of the strike force were Jazz and Smokescreen and yet he still tended to give those two barely a passing thought unless they were right there. And even then Sandstorm didn’t spend nearly as much time with either of them as he had been Fireflight.
It was frustrating- it really was. Because while he wanted to defend any of his ‘bots to the bitter end, there was just no way Springer could pretend they didn’t have their faults that should be warned against. “We’re keeping tabs on him best we can.” He told Silverbolt, matching his frown. “This really isn’t the way he normally works, to be honest. I don’t know what he’s doing- if he even has an idea in his head, but we are watching out. Hopefully we’ll be able to stop any unnecessary fallout, but I can’t guarantee someone won’t get hurt in the end.”
Silverbolt nodded. If anything, he already looked resigned, as if nothing they could say or do would really have much bearing on how events worked themselves out. "I understand, I do. And I'm not threatening him, Springer. I have no ill wishes toward any of your team, and I'll do what I can to keep mine under control. But -- to say that they're closely loyal to each other is a serious understatement. And Fireflight is close to all of our Sparks. I don't want to see anyone hurt, him or Sandstorm, and so for all our sakes I hope you're right."
“Trust me- bad relations with your team is the last thing I want.” Why an Aerialbot? Why Fireflight of all of them? The more Springer thought about it the less it made sense. Sandstorm’s previous one-nighters tended to be an eclectic group, whichever one randomly caught his attention but this went far beyond that. And all of Sandstorm’s longer relations always had the same two things in common: no one with any strong attachments to any others present and not while on missions- a self-imposed rule for the same reason. He just didn’t want to have to deal with undue annoyances from over-protective family or from distractions from his work (something Sandstorm deemed infinitely more fun). So why the sudden change?
He let out a snort, dropping his head down to rub at the ache behind his optics. “I don’t know- I’d almost say not to worry because I’m tempted to say Fireflight’s made a friend out of him. Which is a damn shock if that were true because Sandstorm isn’t an easy one to get friendly with, especially so quickly. It would surprise the hell out of-“ Something clicked into place in Springer’s processor and he looked up at Silverbolt with an unreadable expression. “How has he been treating Fireflight, anyway? Just out of curiosity.”
Silverbolt's optics seemed to dim for just a second, as if he were reading something in the back of his mind. "That's the odd part. If I didn't know any better, I'd think Sandstorm really didn't want to lose him. He's been going out of his way for him, as far as I can tell. Mind you, I try not to get too involved in their personal affairs--" Which is why I'm not interfering with this one went unspoken-- "unless someone hurts one of them. But all I can gather from this one is that Flight is happy." He looked oddly at Springer, as if begging him to make this make some sort of sense. "Even Air Raid is happy. He's his best friend, you'd think he would be jealous above all the others, or at least I'd expect him to be. But he's had nothing but a positive opinion on Sandstorm, and he's spoken to him several times. I don't know what to make out of it."
It… can’t be this obvious. It really can’t. And if it were true then this could be very, very bad. Springer’s focus dimmed, dredging up various memories and recalls, trying to piece things together. Inwardly he cursed- they’d all become so accustomed to Sandstorm’s random and careless relationships and kept themselves from prying into anyone’s personal affairs that Springer didn’t think any of the Wreckers had actually talked to him about this. He could just be jumping the gun on this but now that the idea was lodged in his processor, Springer couldn’t stop thinking that it would make a twisted sort of sense. “I don’t know.” He said at last. “Whatever happens, I just hope he doesn’t screw this up.”
"I'll drink to that." Silverbolt stretched, joints popping loosely. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Care to wander down to the lounge with me? It'd be nice to sit down to a cube with someone other than my dear flock of lunatics for a change."
That barely even needs consideration. “Actually, that’s a great idea.” Springer corrects him. He can’t help but smirk a little bit. “Hell, I’ll bet Whirl’s got his special stash somewhere if you really want to unwind.”
